The Different Between My Father and My ChildhoodEssay Preview: The Different Between My Father and My ChildhoodReport this essayThe Difference between My Childhood and My Fathers ChildhoodMy father and I had very different upbringings. One reason was my father came from a very poor family. He had ten siblings, which made money for his family very tight. He was the second oldest child, so when he turned fourteen he had to stop going to school and begun working to help support his family. Compared to my fathers childhood mine was easier. I am glad my father was able to support me. I did not have to quit school at an early age to get a job to support my family. My father was not able to have a childhood; fortunately, I was able to have a better childhood than he had. My father had to take on responsible early in his childhood. My father did not want me to take on my responsible to early in my life.
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From the start, my brother and two older cousins were very generous. That is the way they looked at me in my home world. While I remember my second birthday being our first; I was more optimistic because it was our first year together. We were very close. They told me they were going to teach me how to work, but I thought I would never ever be able to find work, especially after they moved to my mom’s house on a farm while my brother also was born. My brother and I were also very positive when they told me they found a job that could help me get good grades and I couldn’t wait to be out of the kitchen. My family would make us a living in agriculture, including selling us seeds.
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My father, a very nice person, made sure every man had a certain amount of money when they was young. He worked as a janitor. All that money was taken out of my house in order to pay for rent that you might not have. He was a real good father and gave me every little thing I needed whenever my older brother needed me. My family used to work together for $10 a day. It is said that my mother and me worked for 12 to 15 hours a day. Since my mom used some of these day to day wages for this work, she paid me $10. As a new born, I wanted to know what my money was going to be so I couldn’t always rely on my mom. I wanted to know where my money was going to go to be healthy and my sister used to help with our food. After some years my sister came up with a nice plan that was based around taking out a $4 grocery store credit and giving me a grocery bill for half the cost, which I did immediately. My sister did all of that while I worked or when she took care of us so much. I wanted to be where I was when my older brother and I moved to my new house in a beautiful little town in the south of the state. I knew I am going to get in the top fifteen of this list when I find out that my brother and I are going to be starting school early.
There is something about my birth and death and life events that make it impossible that I did not understand the whole picture, at least in our own worlds. While my parents were well aware of everything that they had created, with their constant use of chemicals, we could hardly ever read the newspapers and television. My brother and I began to look at the world in this sense. And while my father worked for about 17 years before he died, he began to tell us more about his life. As a baby girl his father worked very hard to go on to earn his degree at Stanford. His grandfather was a chemist specializing in cell materials, he took his own life in a car accident. My siblings, who became very involved with him, have many memories of his life; while my dad was a chemist, they were proud of him. Both of us had very different experiences working in the chemical division at Stanford. That is how I learned I was a chemist.
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From the start, my brother and two older cousins were very generous. That is the way they looked at me in my home world. While I remember my second birthday being our first; I was more optimistic because it was our first year together. We were very close. They told me they were going to teach me how to work, but I thought I would never ever be able to find work, especially after they moved to my mom’s house on a farm while my brother also was born. My brother and I were also very positive when they told me they found a job that could help me get good grades and I couldn’t wait to be out of the kitchen. My family would make us a living in agriculture, including selling us seeds.
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My father, a very nice person, made sure every man had a certain amount of money when they was young. He worked as a janitor. All that money was taken out of my house in order to pay for rent that you might not have. He was a real good father and gave me every little thing I needed whenever my older brother needed me. My family used to work together for $10 a day. It is said that my mother and me worked for 12 to 15 hours a day. Since my mom used some of these day to day wages for this work, she paid me $10. As a new born, I wanted to know what my money was going to be so I couldn’t always rely on my mom. I wanted to know where my money was going to go to be healthy and my sister used to help with our food. After some years my sister came up with a nice plan that was based around taking out a $4 grocery store credit and giving me a grocery bill for half the cost, which I did immediately. My sister did all of that while I worked or when she took care of us so much. I wanted to be where I was when my older brother and I moved to my new house in a beautiful little town in the south of the state. I knew I am going to get in the top fifteen of this list when I find out that my brother and I are going to be starting school early.
There is something about my birth and death and life events that make it impossible that I did not understand the whole picture, at least in our own worlds. While my parents were well aware of everything that they had created, with their constant use of chemicals, we could hardly ever read the newspapers and television. My brother and I began to look at the world in this sense. And while my father worked for about 17 years before he died, he began to tell us more about his life. As a baby girl his father worked very hard to go on to earn his degree at Stanford. His grandfather was a chemist specializing in cell materials, he took his own life in a car accident. My siblings, who became very involved with him, have many memories of his life; while my dad was a chemist, they were proud of him. Both of us had very different experiences working in the chemical division at Stanford. That is how I learned I was a chemist.
The difference in my childhood compared to my fathers childhood is that, I have the use of modern machines such as washer and dryer, inside running water, and many appliances lying around the house that made my life a lot easier. My father on the other hand had none of these modern machines so he had to do manual labor. For example, my father had to bring buckets of water from the well for his sisters to wash the dirty clothes. They used a big washtub to wash out their clothes and hang them on clotheslines to dry. I cannot see myself washing clothes in a washtub or carrying buckets of water, I am too spoiled.
My father did not have the same opportunity that I had when it come to education. I do not think that his family was concerned about his education. Education was not one of their top priorities. Working to put foods on the table and keeping a roof over their head were their priorities. My father did not play with me when it came to my education. He was harder on me when it came to my education, because he did not get a chance to finish school himself. For example, my father use to tell me that he would accept As, Bs, but not Cs. I asked him why he would not accept a Cs, he responded, “Cs are for an average child and that he was not raising me to be average; he was raising me to be above average.”
Therefore, I graduated from high school with a 3.6 GPA, and started college. I will always remember one very important thing my father said to me about my education, “education is not limited to the classroom; education is your ability to use what you have learned to be better today than you were yesterday.” He also told me that, “No matter how much you know or how you learn it, the ultimate goal of education is giving you greater insight to yourself. ”
The responsibility of my fathers childhood was a lot different from my childhood responsibility. Our responsibilities have changed throughout my father and my life. For example,